They linger yet, not quite ready to move, because it does seem a hurtle, a stumbling block. Neil's put it into the air, and Steve's said it's alright, but there's no rush. Maybe they should have had a little more to drink, or maybe they should have gone out somewhere and stumbled back and seen how things went, but they didn't do either of those things.

Feeling stone cold sober and ridiculously turned on, moving to the bedroom doesn't have to mean more than what they're doing on the couch, with the added benefit of being able to move more easily.

He pushes Steve gently back, nudging him up so they can make the migration.